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etherealagent but since this a) took so bloody long to write and b) i am about to crash and c) I want to kep up with the daily postings... here is your dose of typo-ridden ÄMM. (Everyone remembers that this si stillt he first draft, right? :D )
Also, icon = bshiny, yes? :P
Warnings: typos, abused punctuation, very long point of views andSMUT.
Kita tilted his head, watching the undead one pace. “Why fretting?”
She tilted her head, looking at him. “I worry. For both my liege and the precious.”
Kita grunted, he could understand that. The alpha was on the hunt again this night, the scent of blood and death strong in the air. It was not right for him to hunt like this, not when he should have been busy mating with the youngling. ‘
“She was so very hurt,” the sorceress murmured quietly, “So very distraught by whatever it was that he did to her.”
Kita tilted his head, confused. “What he did?” he grunted. “More like what he didn’t.”
He knew Lordi had not mated with Anna. If he had, he wouldn’t be killing everything in sight, and she wouldn’t have ran.
Females never ran after a successful mating. They might curl up and purr, or try to bite your head off, but they didn’t run. Since the youngling had ran, it was clear that the alpha had not been successful.
Awa shook her head. “You don’t understand humans,” she murmured, “And their very fragile hearts.”
Kita snorted. “True.”’
The undead one looked like she might have wanted to say something else, but her attention was drawn to the edge of the clearing.
It was Amen who came through the trees, his entire demeanour smug. The scent of mating was still strong on him, and Kita perked his ears, curious.
The scent mingled with the corpse’s was familiar, and it did not take him long to place it; it was the human who was one of Anna’s companions when she was not with pack.
Curious.
“You look happy,” Awa remarked. “Why?”
The corpse grinned, showing bone and teeth. “I think I found a keeper in that little sweetling Ruusa.”
Kita saw the undead one’s feline eyes widen. “You didn’t…”
”I did,” the corpse grinned. “What, you jealous?”
Kita snorted again; he had no patience for the argument they would have. He would lead the pups to hunt instead; the woods were ripe with prey.
**
As Ruusa left the rectory, Viktor found himself sinking into his chair, leaning his head on his hands.
Just how had it come to this?
Not only would he wed Anna to Gustav tomorrow – there had been no escape from that, no word from the Lord of the Woods nor spark of life from Anna – an after that…
After tomorrow, banns would be posted for himself and Ruusa.
The poor girl had been nearly senseless with shame and horror as she’d come to him; he had listened to her tale of wicked dreams becoming wicked deeds, of how she had let Amen claim her innocence and ruin her... and when he had asked if he should return, she had begged him to.
The desperation in the girl’s voice had led to Viktor asking her if she would wed him – after all, she knew of his predilections already, and that he would not care if she was untouched or not. Indeed, he was rather certain that he would not have been able to consummate the marriage in any case.
It had taken him some convincing, but eventually Ruusa had agreed to become his wife. Now, he was left alone with his thoughts, and a desire to go find Amen and have some choice words with him. “Imbecile”, “rake”, and “thoughtless bastard” all came to mind.
When the knock on his door came, Viktor started, he had not realized just hoe much time had passed.
In the upheaval that everything was going though, the familiar game of chess he began with the bulltaur was a comfort.
“.. I sweat I have seen whores dressed more decently,” Viktor said with vehemence as he sipped his wine. “If not for Ruusa, I don’t know what I would have done.”
Ox tilted his head, his green eyes regarding the priest steadily. “So she came to your rescue, then?”
”Aye,” Viktor said. “She led that harlot into believing we were to be beset with more people. Ruusa can be quite resourceful…”
Viktor trailed off, not knowing just quite how to continue. “Ruusa also had the misfortune of attracting your friend’s attention,” he finally said quietly. “She’s… distraught over the fact that she is now ruined. So I asked her to wed me.”
The bulltaur’s eyes widened almost comically. “You what?”
”Asked her to wed me,” Viktor repeated, unable to meet the green eyes, instead, he regarded the board closely before reaching out to grasp his queen.. “She will not need to fear disgrace this way; she knows that I do not care for women…”
The strong hand that clasped his wrist came as a surprise, and Viktor lifted his eyes to meet Ox’s steady gaze.
“Then who do you care for?” the bulltaur’s voice was a low rumble.
Viktor’s mouth was too dry to answer; he felt his heartbeat speed up, his breathing turning laborious as he was slowly pulled to his feet, to stand so very close to his friend…
“Do you care for me?”
Viktor closed his eyes and nodded shyly.
He’d done his best to not to think about this, to not to have the wicked thoughts that often plagued him at the deep of the night come fore when he was with his friend.. but perhaps, the thoughts had not been as wicked as he had feared.
Viktor inhaled deeply, his senses filling with the scent of leather and bone as he opened his eyes, craning his neck to be able to look Ox in the eyes.
“I care for you,” he said, his voice rough. “M… more than I probably should.”
The green eyes flashed, and Viktor shivered. The arm around him tightened its hold, and rough thumb stroked the inside of his wrist. “How much is that?”
For a moment Viktor was filled with fear; fear of ruining a friendship and losing the one he was in.. he cared for.. But he could not help but hope that the reason those green eyes had darkened so was a desire as strong as his…
“Enough to want you in my bed,” he heard himself whisper, “Right now.”
The thought of bed was forgotten as Ox growled, his hold of Viktor tightening; a large hand buried itself in his hair and Viktor found his head yanked back as the bulltaur kissed him hard.
Blunt teeth and wet tongue made thinking impossible; Viktor could only cling to Ox’s board shoulders as the bulltaur pushed him against the wall, trapping him between the hard wood and a harder body.
A strong hand came to grasp his collar, tearing the starched fabric easily; the kiss ended when Ox pulled back, grinning briefly at Viktor before he bent his head to bite the priest’s beck, hard.
The blunt teeth did not break the skin but it still hurt, in a way that sent a deep shiver down Viktor’s back and tore a moan from his lips as his hands came to clutch Ox’s shoulders, hard enough to bruise even him. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt, and oh God the way Ox’s tongue flickered over the marks…
Viktor barely noticed Ox’s hand leaving his waist until it brushed against the bulge in his pants; he gasped, throwing his head back, unintentionally giving Ox better access to his throat as his hips bucked into the bulltaur’s touch.
He could hear fabric tear but he couldn’t bring himself to are; the rough , callused grip that took hold of him felt sinfully good. Viktor moaned, squeezing his eyes as he thrust into Ox’s firm grip, his arousal starting to pool at the base of his spine.
At the sudden loss of the touch his eyes flew open; he was about to protest when Ox grinned wickedly, taking a step back and pulling Viktor along.
In what felt like a heartbeat, Viktor found himself pushed down on the floor, on top of the braided rugs; ox was crouched over him, grinning wickedly.
When the bulltaur bent his head, his mane falling to pool over the priest’s hips, Viktor gasped; he hadn’t expected this, but at the first wet, hot click of that rough tongue he was arching his back, his hands fisting the rug.
He was intensely aware of the powerful blunt teeth that were but a hair’s breadth away from his flesh as Ox ran his tongue over Viktor’s heated flesh, bringing forth feelings the priest had never experienced. It neared on unbearable bliss, barely tempered by the danger.
It was the scrape of those teeth that brought Viktor over the edge, unexpected and near-painful in its intensity. His back arched and a strangled cry escaped his lips as he bucked into the bulltaur’s mouth, his release washing over him like a tidal wave.
When Viktor finally gained his senses back, he found himself kneeling. Leaning into Ox’s embrace. His laborious berthing was filled with his friend’s musky scent as the rough hands stroked his back calmingly.
”Good, yes?” Ox rumbled.
Viktor nodded, his hair flopping to his face. “God, yes,” he croaked.
Ox’s chuckle gave Viktor a flash of determination; he would make sure his friend got the same satisfaction out of this encounter, to the best of his ability.
He knew he didn’t dare to do the same as Ox had done to him; he didn’t trust himself well enough, but if he could just get his hands under that blasted leather…
With another chuckle, Ox helped him to find the buckles of his belts. Viktor felt his cheeks flush as he fumbled, but after what felt like a small eternity his hand closed around heated, throbbing flesh.
Ox hissed, throwing his head back; Viktor was emboldened by this response and began to stroke the bulltaur hard and fast, leaning close.
When he bit Ox’s neck tentatively, a large hand came to grip the back of his head, tangling into his hair; for a heartbeat, Viktor thought he would be yanked back but instead the hand pressed down, encouraging him.
he was more than happy to oblige.
It was when Viktor ran his tongue round the cold metal of the chain circling Ox’s beck that his ministrations bore fruit; the bulltaur tensed, throwing his hair further back than he priest had though possible and bellowed, his completion spilling all over Viktor’s hand.
Viktor watched in slight daze as Ox grinned and grasped his wrist, lifting the stained hand. The rough tongue flicked out to run over Viktor’s hand, sending a deep shiver through his body.
Damn; he felt like he was fifteen again!
Before Viktor could say anything, Ox glanced over his shoulder and reached to the table where their game still stood. He moved a piece before he looked back at Viktor, grinning.
”Checkmate:”
***
Hope you enjoy :D
THis was a BITCH to write,a dn ox was not co-operative int he least. thius, it was from Viktor's POV int its entirety.
etherealagent but since this a) took so bloody long to write and b) i am about to crash and c) I want to kep up with the daily postings... here is your dose of typo-ridden ÄMM. (Everyone remembers that this si stillt he first draft, right? :D ) Also, icon = bshiny, yes? :P
Warnings: typos, abused punctuation, very long point of views andSMUT.
Kita tilted his head, watching the undead one pace. “Why fretting?”
She tilted her head, looking at him. “I worry. For both my liege and the precious.”
Kita grunted, he could understand that. The alpha was on the hunt again this night, the scent of blood and death strong in the air. It was not right for him to hunt like this, not when he should have been busy mating with the youngling. ‘
“She was so very hurt,” the sorceress murmured quietly, “So very distraught by whatever it was that he did to her.”
Kita tilted his head, confused. “What he did?” he grunted. “More like what he didn’t.”
He knew Lordi had not mated with Anna. If he had, he wouldn’t be killing everything in sight, and she wouldn’t have ran.
Females never ran after a successful mating. They might curl up and purr, or try to bite your head off, but they didn’t run. Since the youngling had ran, it was clear that the alpha had not been successful.
Awa shook her head. “You don’t understand humans,” she murmured, “And their very fragile hearts.”
Kita snorted. “True.”’
The undead one looked like she might have wanted to say something else, but her attention was drawn to the edge of the clearing.
It was Amen who came through the trees, his entire demeanour smug. The scent of mating was still strong on him, and Kita perked his ears, curious.
The scent mingled with the corpse’s was familiar, and it did not take him long to place it; it was the human who was one of Anna’s companions when she was not with pack.
Curious.
“You look happy,” Awa remarked. “Why?”
The corpse grinned, showing bone and teeth. “I think I found a keeper in that little sweetling Ruusa.”
Kita saw the undead one’s feline eyes widen. “You didn’t…”
”I did,” the corpse grinned. “What, you jealous?”
Kita snorted again; he had no patience for the argument they would have. He would lead the pups to hunt instead; the woods were ripe with prey.
**
As Ruusa left the rectory, Viktor found himself sinking into his chair, leaning his head on his hands.
Just how had it come to this?
Not only would he wed Anna to Gustav tomorrow – there had been no escape from that, no word from the Lord of the Woods nor spark of life from Anna – an after that…
After tomorrow, banns would be posted for himself and Ruusa.
The poor girl had been nearly senseless with shame and horror as she’d come to him; he had listened to her tale of wicked dreams becoming wicked deeds, of how she had let Amen claim her innocence and ruin her... and when he had asked if he should return, she had begged him to.
The desperation in the girl’s voice had led to Viktor asking her if she would wed him – after all, she knew of his predilections already, and that he would not care if she was untouched or not. Indeed, he was rather certain that he would not have been able to consummate the marriage in any case.
It had taken him some convincing, but eventually Ruusa had agreed to become his wife. Now, he was left alone with his thoughts, and a desire to go find Amen and have some choice words with him. “Imbecile”, “rake”, and “thoughtless bastard” all came to mind.
When the knock on his door came, Viktor started, he had not realized just hoe much time had passed.
In the upheaval that everything was going though, the familiar game of chess he began with the bulltaur was a comfort.
“.. I sweat I have seen whores dressed more decently,” Viktor said with vehemence as he sipped his wine. “If not for Ruusa, I don’t know what I would have done.”
Ox tilted his head, his green eyes regarding the priest steadily. “So she came to your rescue, then?”
”Aye,” Viktor said. “She led that harlot into believing we were to be beset with more people. Ruusa can be quite resourceful…”
Viktor trailed off, not knowing just quite how to continue. “Ruusa also had the misfortune of attracting your friend’s attention,” he finally said quietly. “She’s… distraught over the fact that she is now ruined. So I asked her to wed me.”
The bulltaur’s eyes widened almost comically. “You what?”
”Asked her to wed me,” Viktor repeated, unable to meet the green eyes, instead, he regarded the board closely before reaching out to grasp his queen.. “She will not need to fear disgrace this way; she knows that I do not care for women…”
The strong hand that clasped his wrist came as a surprise, and Viktor lifted his eyes to meet Ox’s steady gaze.
“Then who do you care for?” the bulltaur’s voice was a low rumble.
Viktor’s mouth was too dry to answer; he felt his heartbeat speed up, his breathing turning laborious as he was slowly pulled to his feet, to stand so very close to his friend…
“Do you care for me?”
Viktor closed his eyes and nodded shyly.
He’d done his best to not to think about this, to not to have the wicked thoughts that often plagued him at the deep of the night come fore when he was with his friend.. but perhaps, the thoughts had not been as wicked as he had feared.
Viktor inhaled deeply, his senses filling with the scent of leather and bone as he opened his eyes, craning his neck to be able to look Ox in the eyes.
“I care for you,” he said, his voice rough. “M… more than I probably should.”
The green eyes flashed, and Viktor shivered. The arm around him tightened its hold, and rough thumb stroked the inside of his wrist. “How much is that?”
For a moment Viktor was filled with fear; fear of ruining a friendship and losing the one he was in.. he cared for.. But he could not help but hope that the reason those green eyes had darkened so was a desire as strong as his…
“Enough to want you in my bed,” he heard himself whisper, “Right now.”
The thought of bed was forgotten as Ox growled, his hold of Viktor tightening; a large hand buried itself in his hair and Viktor found his head yanked back as the bulltaur kissed him hard.
Blunt teeth and wet tongue made thinking impossible; Viktor could only cling to Ox’s board shoulders as the bulltaur pushed him against the wall, trapping him between the hard wood and a harder body.
A strong hand came to grasp his collar, tearing the starched fabric easily; the kiss ended when Ox pulled back, grinning briefly at Viktor before he bent his head to bite the priest’s beck, hard.
The blunt teeth did not break the skin but it still hurt, in a way that sent a deep shiver down Viktor’s back and tore a moan from his lips as his hands came to clutch Ox’s shoulders, hard enough to bruise even him. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt, and oh God the way Ox’s tongue flickered over the marks…
Viktor barely noticed Ox’s hand leaving his waist until it brushed against the bulge in his pants; he gasped, throwing his head back, unintentionally giving Ox better access to his throat as his hips bucked into the bulltaur’s touch.
He could hear fabric tear but he couldn’t bring himself to are; the rough , callused grip that took hold of him felt sinfully good. Viktor moaned, squeezing his eyes as he thrust into Ox’s firm grip, his arousal starting to pool at the base of his spine.
At the sudden loss of the touch his eyes flew open; he was about to protest when Ox grinned wickedly, taking a step back and pulling Viktor along.
In what felt like a heartbeat, Viktor found himself pushed down on the floor, on top of the braided rugs; ox was crouched over him, grinning wickedly.
When the bulltaur bent his head, his mane falling to pool over the priest’s hips, Viktor gasped; he hadn’t expected this, but at the first wet, hot click of that rough tongue he was arching his back, his hands fisting the rug.
He was intensely aware of the powerful blunt teeth that were but a hair’s breadth away from his flesh as Ox ran his tongue over Viktor’s heated flesh, bringing forth feelings the priest had never experienced. It neared on unbearable bliss, barely tempered by the danger.
It was the scrape of those teeth that brought Viktor over the edge, unexpected and near-painful in its intensity. His back arched and a strangled cry escaped his lips as he bucked into the bulltaur’s mouth, his release washing over him like a tidal wave.
When Viktor finally gained his senses back, he found himself kneeling. Leaning into Ox’s embrace. His laborious berthing was filled with his friend’s musky scent as the rough hands stroked his back calmingly.
”Good, yes?” Ox rumbled.
Viktor nodded, his hair flopping to his face. “God, yes,” he croaked.
Ox’s chuckle gave Viktor a flash of determination; he would make sure his friend got the same satisfaction out of this encounter, to the best of his ability.
He knew he didn’t dare to do the same as Ox had done to him; he didn’t trust himself well enough, but if he could just get his hands under that blasted leather…
With another chuckle, Ox helped him to find the buckles of his belts. Viktor felt his cheeks flush as he fumbled, but after what felt like a small eternity his hand closed around heated, throbbing flesh.
Ox hissed, throwing his head back; Viktor was emboldened by this response and began to stroke the bulltaur hard and fast, leaning close.
When he bit Ox’s neck tentatively, a large hand came to grip the back of his head, tangling into his hair; for a heartbeat, Viktor thought he would be yanked back but instead the hand pressed down, encouraging him.
he was more than happy to oblige.
It was when Viktor ran his tongue round the cold metal of the chain circling Ox’s beck that his ministrations bore fruit; the bulltaur tensed, throwing his hair further back than he priest had though possible and bellowed, his completion spilling all over Viktor’s hand.
Viktor watched in slight daze as Ox grinned and grasped his wrist, lifting the stained hand. The rough tongue flicked out to run over Viktor’s hand, sending a deep shiver through his body.
Damn; he felt like he was fifteen again!
Before Viktor could say anything, Ox glanced over his shoulder and reached to the table where their game still stood. He moved a piece before he looked back at Viktor, grinning.
”Checkmate:”
***
Hope you enjoy :D
THis was a BITCH to write,a dn ox was not co-operative int he least. thius, it was from Viktor's POV int its entirety.
